Chicago Cubs fans know angst.
After enduring a 109-year curse laced with Steve Bartman and that damn billy goat, they know it like a chilly wind on Waveland Avenue or the electric-green relish on a Chicago dog.
It's in their DNA, and no amount of champagne and confetti can erase it.
Certainly not now, on June 22, with the Cubbies sitting at 36-35 and looking up at the Milwaukee Brewers in the National League Central.
Sure, the Brewers hold only a 1.5-game lead over the Cubs; no one is running away with the division. But this wasn't how the story was supposed to unfold for the defending champs.